can you do 27 for marichat pretty please. I love your writing!
I got inspired from the webisode ‘Repetition’ :) I hope you like this!
“Can we go someplace high so I can jump off it?”
“Well, why not just practice on me?” he suggested with a deviousgrin.
Marinette had been up on her balcony that night trying toperfect the way she would ask Adrien to the movies the next day. She was finewhen she wasn’t looking at the picture of Adrien, but when she did, her wordsturned to incoherent stutters and babbles.
Chat Noir had chosen that night to visit, and he wonderedwhat she was trying to do. Reluctantly, she explained the situation to him,with his promise that he would never tell a soul. His eyes had lit up when shehad finished describing the problem, prior to his mouth curling into a sneakysmirk.
And that was when he made the suggestion to practice askingAdrien out, with him in Adrien’s place.
Marinette drew back a little in uneasiness, put off by thecunning twinkle in his green eyes. Her gut instinct was telling her thatsomething was fishy about this, yet she decided to go through with the practicesession anyway. She needed all the help she could get with asking Adrien out,after all.
“Alright, why not?”
Chat’s smirk curled deeper at her permission.
“Purrfect,” hereplied before clearing his throat. Instantly all traces of mischief were wipedfrom his face and replaced with boyish innocence.
“Hi, Marinette!” he greeted in a slightly higher voice. “Isthere something you wanted to ask me?”
She blinked in pure shock at how eerily similar he sounded toAdrien. She quickly dismissed the similarity to reply.
“H-Hi, Adrien! I was wondering if…”
She paused to look in his eyes, which somewhat widened as henodded to spur her on.
“If you wanted to see a movie with me tomorrow,” she finishedconfidently.
However, her breath was robbed of her when suddenly Chatsurged forward, taking her in his arms and lowering her in a dramatic dip. Shewas left with her mouth hanging open and lying limply in his arms while hegrinned and wiggled his eyebrows.
“I would be delighted to, Princess,” he purred.
Marinette huffed and moved to get out of his hold, all thewhile with Chat snickering behind her.
“Adrien would never do that, you mangy cat,” she bit out asshe dusted off her sleep pants. “But,” she added, perking up. “I think I did apretty good job with the question, considering you sounded a lot like Adrien.How did you do that, anyway?”
“Raw talent, I suppose,” he replied with a wink. “Want to tryasking me again?”
She shrugged.
“I guess it couldn’t hurt.”
“Hey, before we start again, can I ask you something?” heasked, donning a more solemn look.
Marinette tilted her head, intrigued by his request.
“Sure. What is it?”
“Why is it that you can’t talk to Adrien without stuttering?”He frowned and started anxiously twisting her fingers together, his belt tailtwitching in sync. “Does he intimidate you somehow?”
She sighed, going over to the balcony railing to lean on it.Her head peered up to look at the full moon in the sky above them.
“He doesn’t intimidate me, but I still get nervous talking tohim.”
“Why? Did he do something to you?” Chat asked, soundingalmost fearful as he stood next to her.
She shook her head.
“No, he didn’t do anything. I just…” She released anotherbreath before continuing. “He’s so…perfect. And not model perfect, or magazineperfect. I mean perfect-in-my-eyes-perfect. He’s so kind, and generous, andsmart, and athletic and handsome…he’s everything that I’m not. To be honest,even if I do manage to ask him out, I doubt he’ll say yes.”
“Yes, he will!” Chat argued desperately as his cheeks were strangelypink. “He’ll say yes, I know he will! Maybe he doesn’t see himself as the wayyou described him, maybe he thinks that youare the perfect one and that you’re everything he isn’t.”
Marinette stayed quiet, mulling over his words. She highlydoubted they were true, but knew if she tried denying it then Chat would haveonly kept countering her opinion.
“Hey,” he whispered, gently touching her arm, prompting herto look at him.
He smiled.
“Let’s practice one more time, okay?”
A wry smile tugged the edges of her lips upward.
“Sure, kitty. Why not?”
He took both of her hands in his, eliciting her to fully facehim. His mouth was set in a soft smile, his green eyes shining with warmth. Helooked at her with such awe and adoration that she found it difficult toremember that she was supposed to ask him a question.
“Hi, Adrien,” she began quietly, her voice just above awhisper as she stared deeply into his eyes. “I was wondering if you wanted togo with me to the movies tomorrow.”
Chat grinned.
“Plagg, claws in.”
Marinette gaped, horror in her eyes as she vehemently protestedthe detransformation. Yet he ignored her pleading, and thus she was resigned tokeep her eyes squeezed shut as the green-yellow light engulfed him.
Finally, a hand that she could feel lacked a glove touchedher shoulder.
“Marinette,” Chat’s voice coaxed. “Please open your eyes.”
“Why would you do that?!” she snapped, unrelenting on keepingher eyes firmly shut. “Why would you just risk your secret identity like that?”
“If you open your eyes, you’ll see why,” he replied, humorlacing his tone. “Besides, I would like to accept your request with you lookingat me.”
That was enoughto get her to open her eyes. She stood there, stunned as she took in herlongtime crush, Adrien Agreste.
Adrien was Chat Noir.
She was rejecting Chat Noir all this time for Adrien, who was the same person. And she was just practicingasking Adrien out to the movies with Chat, who was Adrien!
A hot, embarrassed blush took over her cheeks. Adrien frownedworriedly.
“Marinette? Are you okay? I’m sorry if you’re disappointed,but I didn’t want to wait any longer to reveal myself, since I know you’reLadybug and when I overheard you trying to ask me out to the movies I figuredthis would be the perfect opportunity and…Marinette?”
She buried her face in his shoulder, not able to look at himany longer in her embarrassment.
“Can we go someplace high so I can jump off it?” she mumbledinto his shirt.
Adrien laughed and encircled his arms around her to pull herin closer.
“Not yet, bugaboo,” he joked as he pressed a kiss to thecrown of her head, which only served to get a choked squeak out of her. “Firstwe have to go to the movies, remember?”